When the devil comes to town, you have to meet him head-on.
Which is exactly what I did when Grant Stone rolled into our small Texas town, driving a sports car I could fit in the bed of my truck, wearing a suit as black as his soul. He's here to acquire mineral rights to half a dozen farms in town. And there's no way he's getting mine. I don't make deals with the devil.
So when he challenges me to show him the small town ropes, my motivation is the prospect of seeing him make a fool of himself. He might have an angle, but if he thinks he can finagle me into endangering my bee farm, he's got another thing coming.
Until the line in the sand is washed away: my farm in danger.
A town in upheaval. A man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And me in the middle.
When the devil comes to town, you have to meet him head-on. And when he sneaks into your heart, he'll only break it.